Chosen unlucky guy

It was evening, and the street lights shrouded the two of them from top to bottom. Xin Sui saw He Jingle's lips bitten because of nervousness, and there was a moist light shining on it. He was silent for a long time, so long that He Jingle thought that there would be no more answers. , pretending to easily put the card into his palm: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously, it's not like a child playing house..."

He suddenly raised his hand, as he did for the first time, grasping He Jingle's palm and wrist with his broad hand, and faintly saw bulging veins that belonged to a young man full of strength and beauty; Xin Sui maintained this posture, Seriously said: "Yes."

He Jingle: "...Huh?"

Xin Sui didn't accept the card, but repeated it again: "Yes. But it doesn't belong to my scope of service. I would like to see him as your personal invitation, what do you think?"

"Personal, private invitation?" He Jingle's tongue was tied, he stumbled and repeated the other party's words, which attracted a chuckle without irony: "He Jingle, are you a child? No matter what you say, you have to say it twice Do you have to do it all over again?"

Young Master He blushed suddenly, but he couldn't think of what you asked him to fight back at this moment. He pondered for a long time with a tangled expression, and he didn't know where he went astray all the way. When he spoke again, unexpectedly Ask: "Then do you still want money?"

"...Don't. Hurry up and put it away, don't expose your money, I don't stare at you, but some people stare at you, do you hear me?"

Both of them came and had dinner outside, and only then did He Jingle remember the ultimate purpose of his busy night.He took out his phone and unlocked it, and clicked on a gaudy folder. Xin Sui had never seen any of the games on it, but he looked very familiar with it. He opened one of them, and then pushed it in front of the other party, staring eagerly. : "Good friend, big koi, can you draw a card for me?"

Xin Sui had no choice but to say, "Yes."

He found the card draw entrance on the colorful game interface, and was about to press it when He Jingle seemed to remember something, and quickly took the phone back, saying, "Wait a minute, today's daily routine is not finished yet. , You can only save enough when you finish it."

So Xin Sui pressed his finger in the air with a "pop": "..."

He Jingle didn't notice the subtle moods of the people around him. He quickly finished his daily tasks, and then handed the phone back with both hands in a pious gesture as if praying to God and worshiping Buddha: "It's ok, please please."

When Xin Sui was about to press it again, He Jingle yelled as if he couldn't stand it: "Wait!"

"?"

"I am afraid!"

While talking, He Jingle trotted all the way in the opposite direction, and shouted: "How about it! When I run 50 meters away, I will give you an OK comparison, and then you smoke!"

Xin Sui: "...you might as well go ahead and go to the Olympics and shoot people who run track and field!"

He Jingle couldn't hear it, but saw his lips opening and closing, so he thought he agreed, and said loudly: "You don't understand! Xin Sui, it's not because I'm too unlucky to perm! If the bad luck on my body passes to you , you can’t get anything, so isn’t our work wasted?”

Xin Sui's original dumbfounded expression turned into a daze. He stood in the wind, his eyelids drooping gently, and he rarely ignored etiquette, and spoke a little louder: "No, you—"

He Jingle, who was running backwards, suddenly staggered and fell into a squatting position.

He Jingle: "..."

Xin Sui: "..."

There was a blank moment on his face, only to see He Jingle not far away fell to the ground, his expression still remained in the silly smile just now; he subconsciously wanted to walk over, but He Jingle suddenly stretched his arms towards him: "Don't come here!"

Brother Sui got a little angry, unconsciously clenched the things in his hand, and lightly reprimanded: "He Jingle, do you think you are decent? Which is more important, the body or the game?"

Suddenly, he realized something, and suddenly lowered his head; the phone vibrated at this moment, and the screen was gradually filled with golden light. Xin Sui recalled Yu Yehao's description of this that day, and when he spoke again, he lost his temper and was dumbfounded. : "Jing Le, you have withdrawn money."

"what?!"

He Jingle got up immediately, his body was covered in dust, and he looked very embarrassed. He turned the phone over and over, looked left and right, and finally decided: "Damn it!"

Young Master He now felt that Xin Sui must be his destined koi. It was true that the chief had tears in his eyes when he saw Ou Huang, and he looked at Xin Sui again with that look of wanting to cry: "Brother Sui!"

Xin Sui: "...Everything is easy to say."

"I'm going to tell Yu Ye to love them now!" He Jingle exited the game interface, bowed his head and began to edit the message.

So I didn't see it either, but Xin Sui seemed to have a hesitant face next to him.

In fact, Xin follower wanted to ask at the very beginning: Why do you have to find him as a friend?

He Jingle has so many friends, and all of them seem to have a good relationship with him; even in the bar that day, Xiang Kongshan once said so firmly that his friendship with He Jingle is better than a brother.

Such a person has no shortage of friends at all, is rich in spirit and material, and can find someone to share with him anytime, anywhere. Why does he show that very lonely and fragile look to him, saying that he wants to be a friend, the most important friend? ?

He didn't understand, but when he turned his head, he suddenly saw He Jingle's expression was very focused, he had exited the chat interface at some point, opened the address book instead, and added a big A before his name.

Xin Sui suddenly felt that the answer to the question was no longer important at this moment. No matter why He Jingle felt lonely, at least he could now be sure that in the rest of his life, there would never be another person like him, who clearly had the love in his hands. Holding the chip to win, but without any ambition, he only asked him one question——

[Be friends, can you? ]

He thought he had no reason to refuse.

He Jingle, who returned to school with a suit of ashes, thought it was a perfect day.

I had dinner with an old friend, got a small gift, and although Xin Sui didn't go to work, he still met him, the two had dinner together, and the other party promised him that they could be good friends; and most importantly— —

Xin Sui, helped him get a new card!new!

Thinking of this, he rolled on the bed again, more and more convinced in his heart that the appearance of Xin Sui must be the other half of his unlucky life representing the conservation of luck; he rubbed the name of Xin Sui in the WeChat address book, and now the other party has been with Yu Ye Like them, it will hover on top of his phone forever.

only……

He pondered for a while, and suddenly added an A before the names of the others except Xin Sui. Now everyone else has become a double A, only Xin Sui is still one, looking a bit out of place, and a little alone.

Young Master He also occasionally has his own rules of conduct. For example, although he is happy to have made new friends now, he clearly knows that he and Xin Sui may indeed be destined, but at least for now, he cannot do well with Yu Ye and the others. Comparison of.He can't easily equate his good friends for many years with people he just met a few times because of the temporary false prosperity.

That's not fair to anyone.

Although it is cruel to say it, it is the truth. He Jingle is a nostalgic character. If it were not impulsive and lonely, he would not even say such words to Xin Sui tonight.

[Good night, good friend. ] Xin Sui suddenly sent him a message.

[Good night! ] He also happily replied.

He Jingle feels that he has finally stepped into a new right track in life at the beginning of his sophomore year. Even though it may take a long time between him and Xin Sui to determine whether they are compatible, this is already a very good start.

Just as he was thinking this way, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a furry head poked out from the outside. The lenses of the glasses were thicker than the bottom of the bottle, and he was carrying a big bag in his hand. Yang gave a very happy smile: "Brother Xiao Le!"

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Bad luck today (1/1)

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